A function with no semblance of logic
That is the semantics of my mind.
Syntactically sound yet disarray
Equivocal issues creep from behind.
Trying to find the root of the problem
But no matter how hard I try
Can’t keep these thoughts of wishing death
On that day of pi.
Always will be close to the edge
Fearing of being put back on the shelf.
In the end, forever stuck in a loop
Where I recursively hate myself.